a whirl awhile
the weary ballet dancer lands
in a puff of dust
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This poem was written in response to Carpe Diem #673, Rehearsal, another great prompt hosted by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, which gave Edgar Degas’ painting “Dance Rehearsal in the Studio of the Opera” as our inspiration. All of the poems in the link-up can be read here. And, to finish, here’s Elton John –
I love all 3 of those: your haiku, the Degas, and of course Tiny Dancer! 🙂
Thanks, Rachel. I had to include Tiny Dancer here because it fits so perfectly; plus, I was debating with my brother a while ago whether the song was good or not – I said yes, he said no. So, this was a chance to prove I was right! 😉
A beautifully captured moment, Blake. The unvarnished reality!
Had to sing along, too…. “hold me closer, Tony Danza…”… I mean, Tiny Dancer. Sorry. o.O
Another crowd pleaser added to your karaoke repertoire? Nice! 😉
Yes, I tend to think of ballet as being a pretty tough and gritty business, rather than airy-fairy – though of course it does look fairly airy-fairy.. 😛
Airy-fairy, LOL! 🙂
You don’t have that phrase over there? Ah, it’s a key phrase over here; lends itself to an endless variety of situations requiring some manly dismissiveness 😀
Well … we might …. but I don’t recall hearing it.
Still — it’s a hoot! 😉
A hoot, indeed! (which is a phrase not heard too much over here) 🙂
Adopted that from a Kentucky friend 😉
atchoo!
get that up you nose 🙂
All that dust, all those germs, and those poor girls jumping around wearing a scanty bit of a thing that wouldn’t cover the head of a goose… they’ll catch their deaths! 😦